Abe the Wizard

Though Abel couldn't have done as perfectly with the coarse refining as he did with Heraldic Mallory, a huge, heavily weighted hammer could have done almost every hit under his perverted control.

Without time to worry about the shouting around him, Abel had put his whole body and mind into the exercise by now, and his strong mental death locked the coarse blank clamped by the iron clamp on his left hand, gently turning the coarse blank to find the right position for the next blow.

In fact, this is a flash, his second hit almost didn't stop after the first hit, and then he fell, and in the black Mars quadrant, the trapped coarse blank actually didn't have half a dot of bounce after being smashed by a giant hammer.

“Second refining!” Even Master Morey couldn't bear to speak in a depressed voice.

When breaking the routine becomes a habit, then some of it is just numbness, and all the masters of blacksmiths look at Abel's right-handed hammer constantly smashing all the way down, and every time they smash it, the coarse blank clamped by the left-handed pliers changes.

After a hundred drops, Abel stopped and threw the rough blank into the Fire again.

There are no other sounds in the lobby at this time, some are just flames of fire, the masters have held their breath, their eyes can't even blink, as if blinking just one eye, one less look at the forged miracle.

Abel sandwiched the already refined coarse blank out of the fires again, and the giant hammer of his right hand began another round of smashing.

The giant hammer in his hand was not Heraldic Mallers, and although Abel had been in full control, it would still take two hits to improve the refining after a hundred refinements. Although he was very dissatisfied, the masters of blacksmiths on the side were already amazing.

After 150 refining, two hits can no longer be raised, three hits and four hits to one refining. After the fifth cracking of the rough blank from the ground fire, the rough blank in his hand is only one line away from the fine iron, but at this time he left a huge hammer in his hand.

“Sorry, I failed!” Abel said with some frustration.

“Master Abel, how could you say that?” Master Morley looked at the rough and inexplicable question, almost identical to fine iron.

“I overestimated myself, I thought I could forge fine iron directly, but my skill was still one time worse!” Abel looked at the coarse blank in his hand and said.

Master Morley felt an old blood almost erupted. As an old Dwarf blacksmith, he was over 500 years old and could not even forge more than 120 rough rough exercises, while the young master, who was only a teenager across the street, said that technology was not good, because the young master could not forge rough rough iron.

All blacksmiths have a deep sense of powerlessness, look at Master Abel and look at himself, and while he is proud of what he has accomplished, Master Abel is worried about not being able to improve, which is the gap.

“Master Abel, you know that the most accomplished of the blacksmith masters can only exercise one hundred and fifty refinements, and you can call them blacksmith masters just by virtue of this!” Master Morey's voice is filled with fanaticism. Abel is only a teenager. Give him some more time and what will happen to him!

“I can't be a master blacksmith. I'm just a blacksmith who's just entered the blacksmith threshold!” Abel shook his head, and his equipment now relies on the formula power of the Heraldic squares to get the ideal gear, far too far from forging the gear he wanted.

Said he put down the giant hammer in his hand and placed the coarse blank on the forging table as well.

“Master Abel, please put the hammer away, as promised. This hammer is only set here for me, but in your hands, it can be reborn!” Master Morey blocked Abel from returning to his seat and said sincerely.

Nor did Abel refuse. These dwarves are stubborn. If you are too polite, you will make them angry and think you do not respect them.

When Abel put away the hammer, Master Morley also went forward and clamped the rough blank, which was still very hot, with a pair of iron pliers, and said, “I'm going to pack this place up, please return to your seats, and we're going to do the next one! ”

“Master Murray, let's talk about the issue of belonging to this coarse blank!” Master Hoover, who had never spoken, suddenly spoke.

Master Morey's hand beat, and God absolutely said: "This coarse blank is the property of the Blacksmith's Guild, of course, to be reclaimed! ”

“Master Abel is also our master blacksmith in the Principality of Carmichael. Of course, the rough blanks he forged will be returned to us!” Master Hoover said unanimously.

Abel didn't expect it to be just a failed rough piece and let two blacksmiths rob him directly. As he was about to speak, he saw that Master Robin had come forward.

“Master Abel is the master blacksmith in our department, and this rough piece belongs to me without any of you thinking about it!” Master Robin spoke out loud.

Without waiting for Master Morrie to speak, more masters have proposed that ownership of this rough blank belong to the master blacksmith at the site.

Abel did not know the importance of the rough blank he had struck this time. Although he had not become a fine iron, he was only slightly different from the real fine iron. From this rough blank, you can see Abel's marks of forging. Rough blanks like the blacksmith's are rarely seen, because these rough blanks are generally forging into equipment, and the marks of forging refining will disappear by then.

Now this blank is the medium most likely to learn Abel's one-shot refining skills, and while it may be of little value to others, it is priceless to the masters of blacksmiths.

Seeing this pose, Abel immediately lowered his head and turned silently back to his seat, seemingly consuming countless energies during the exercise, starting to keep his eyes closed and away from the torn blacksmiths.

Fortunately, Master Blacksmith is not a combat profession. Although Master Hoover is the Great Knight, he dared not rob. Twenty masters of blacksmiths began to argue for reason at a time, and the followers behind him stared.

At the end of the day, Master Morley offered to take turns for one month each, in order to draw lots, which calmed all the blacksmith masters' inequalities.

After a long time of noise, the masters of blacksmiths returned to their seats, but when they looked at Abel, all masters showed their gratitude, knowing that it opened a door to them, giving them a slight possibility of exposure to deeper exercise skills.

Abel had just returned to his seat, indicating the abandonment of the coarse blank, knowing that he was in any case the owner of the coarse blank, and if all the blacksmith masters could not say more at the time but he chose to abandon the act and hand over all the blacksmith masters directly.

“The next step is to taste the latest work of the masters, or just do it in the order you just did!” Master Morley's voice remains bright and unaffected by the controversy that has just arisen.

Again, Abel is the only one who doesn't know the rules, and every other master's entourage comes up with a long prepared piece of work, starting with the first piece of equipment, from the details of the forging to all the performance of the equipment, and is judged aesthetically by two master elf blacksmiths.

Armor, weapons, bows, arrows, and elf rings, every piece of equipment was watched rotationally by all the blacksmiths present, when Abel discovered his shortcomings.

The biggest deficiency is experience, almost every master blacksmith can accurately describe the performance of a piece of equipment based on the material and forging of the equipment, and can know the type of spell attached based on the pattern above, of course the effect of the spell still has to be measured with some tools.

But this is exactly what Abel lacks when he identifies an item of equipment, the only way to do it is to throw it into a Heradic block, and it is possible that this shortcut is available to get the final performance of the equipment, so he didn't learn to judge the equipment by blacksmith.

At this time, he had to recall the original intention of studying blacksmiths, when Lord Marshall wanted him to understand the sword and to know every detail of the sword before sending him to study forging, but as the ability of the blacksmiths improved, he was increasingly pursuing higher skills and relaxing the most elementary blacksmith abilities.